I need a floor-length dress, The Boy announced, and blush. …okay. Whatever you need to do. Your grandparents arent gonna like this, though. Could you maybe wait until after the holidays to express yourself? No. Dammit. Well, your dad and I love and support you in this, as we would in anything that doesnt directly inconvenience me. Youve got a tough road ahead, but well get through it together. I also need to borrow a pair of your high heels. KEEP OUT OF MY CLOSET, PUNK. Im sorry. This is all new to me. Look, well buy shoes. No need to ruin--to borrow mine. Mom-- Im trying to be supportive, but I know how hard you are on shoes! My shoes are delicate flowers to be sheltered in the shelter of my closet shelter. You can be true to yourself without my Feldmans. Mom. It doesnt mean I dont love you almost as much as my shoes. Mom! I have to be Queen Elizabeth for school tomorrow, and I have to give a speech in character, and in costume. Oh! Okay. Then you definitely dont need my Feldmans. You can borrow my Coach loafers. And my blush. Thanks. Youll be enchanting! Dont care about enchanting. I just want a good grade. Any child of mine, I said with dignity, can pull off both. And Smoldering Plum blush would give him cheekbones to die for! Now if youll excuse me, I need to go lock my closet.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 15:17:50 +0000